Released on August 2, 2019

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Shame to be a dead man on the run

A fool would know the face of his own gun

Tracing your shape with my hands on the table

And you are the one that's been keeping me stable and

Do you think that you could love me?

While I'm working through my shit

Could you just trust me?

And it's not what I asked for

But I fear that this might come undone

We'll be left in the rubble

Stuck right back where we'd begun

But I'd like to see what you look like in the sun

Odd to see a stranger pass on by

He said "look at my hands and you'll see that you've

Got the wrong guy"

Tracing your shape with my hands on the table

And you are thе one that's been keeping me stable and

Do you think that you could lovе me?

While I'm working through my shit

Could you just trust me?

And it's not what I asked for

But I fear that this might come undone

We'll be left in the rubble

Stuck right back where we'd begun

But I'd like to see what you look like in the sun

I know that I told you I'd leave you alone

But you knew all I want is for you to come home

You’re driving me crazy baby

You're stuck in my head now, can't get you out

Do you think that you could love me?

While I'm working through my shit

Could you just trust me?

And it's not what I asked for

But I fear that this might come undone

We'll be left in the rubble

Stuck right back where we'd begun

But I'd like to see what you look like in the sun